Anyone remember that story I wrote with original characters Nick and Eli? Well, here's Nick fully realized thanks to the wonderful work of  wonkalicious! This is a little moment taking place a few months after moving in with Eli. I wrote a little story to accompany it (and to get the creative juices flowing for a commission I'm still working on). Enjoy!

The sun began peering through Nick’s window, slowly bathing his bedroom in light and finally nudging him into waking up.
“Mm…” Nick purred as he rubbed his eyes of sleep sand.
He was surprised not to feel his boyfriend, Eli, curled up on top of him (Nick was big enough to be used as a body pillow, after all).
“Oh…” he pouted in a low voice. “He must’ve gone to work already…”
With a bit of a heave, Nick sat up, making the bed frame creak. He threw off his blanket and stretched his body upwards. As he brought his body back down, he could feel the cushiony adipose within him compress and shift. He was only dressed in a pair of stretched-out pair of boxers, which the overhang of his belly easily covered up.
Three months of living with Eli had really taken its toll on Nick’s waistline. Ever since Eli revealed himself to be a bit of a chubby chaser and Nick having a fetish for a feedee mindset, Eli spared no time in helping Nick put on some extra poundage. Having used to be a dedicated bodybuilder, Nick’s toned muscles and tight abs were reduced to flabby limbs and a monstrous belly that now always seemed to rumble for more food.
Even as Nick kneaded and soothed his bulging blubbery mound, it still felt empty and practically begged to be filled.
“Man, I could use some breakfast.” Nick looked towards his lavish nightstand. Sure enough, there was a large breakfast waiting for him: a thick cheese omelet with bacon cooked inside (not bacon bits, but full strips of it), a stack of Belgian waffles drenched in maple syrup and covered with whipped cream drizzled with chocolate syrup, two medium sized baguettes cut vertically into four slices slathered with butter, and a chocolate milkshake to wash it all down.
Nick chuckled at his enormous meal. “He sure does like to keep me fed!”
Looking closer at his breakfast, something else caught Nick’s eye. He reached out for the red-wrapped gift box resting against the wall. He pulled off the card taped onto the front and unfolded it.
“Good morning, my pretty kitty,” the note began. Nick always tittered at how cute Eli’s handwriting was. “Your first breakfast is all set for you to enjoy! The second one is in the kitchen, so make sure you take some emergency brownies when you walk over there! If you absolutely have to move around, then you’re gonna eat while you do it! Too much walking is bad for your figure, after all!”
Nick opened up his drawer and saw the saran-wrapped brownies resting inside. After confirming that they were there, he continued reading the letter.
“After your first breakfast settles in your tubby tummy, there’s a little surprise waiting inside this box! I just know you’ll enjoy it! I’ll see you for my lunch break, sweetheart! –Eli”
“A surprise, huh?” Nick mused. “Well, that sure sounds exciting! Better get eating then!”
Nick put the box and card aside and pushed himself up to the backboard, resting himself comfortably. He took the plate of omelet and waffles and placed it on his belly. Wielding his fork like a combat knife, he stabbed into his omelet. Skewering it right in the middle, he brought the entire the up in one go. He began munching away at one end of it, puffing out and filling his cheeks. Yet as soon as even an inch of space opened up in his jaws, he shoved a little more omelet inside. It was as if he were feeding himself with a tube, his arm keeping a constant stream of food flowing into his mouth and plopping inside his belly. He had gotten quite good at doing this by himself, but he still much preferred it when Eli did it for him, where actual funnels and tubes were involved (Sometimes, Eli would surprise him in his sleep and suddenly start funnel-feeding him in the middle of the night. He’d be a little disgruntled from being woken up, but deep down, he truly enjoyed it.).
Soon enough, the entire omelet was inside him in some way, either resting in his belly or in his mouth waiting to be swallowed. His mouth still full, he reached for his tall chocolate milkshake and began guzzling it, the drink slipping through what little room there was left in his mouth. The omelet started washing down with the milkshake. As soon as was done with half of it, the rest of the omelet was finally swallowed.
Nick’s belly was already tight and distended, reaching past his thighs and brushing his knees.
“Oh, man…” he moaned as his hands hugged his rounded belly. “I’m so…so…hungry still! Good thing I’ve still got those waffles!” Nick was often surprised at how his capacity for food kept increasing. When Eli had officially started with Nick’s feeding regimen, he could barely hold down a regular omelet by himself. Now here he was, having swallowed down an overstuffed omelet and half of a thick milkshake and still hungry for more.
Patting his belly as if reassure it, he grabbed the plate of waffles. He tossed his fork aside and grabbed the stack like a sandwich, the whipped cream, chocolate drizzle and maple syrup oozing through his fingers. He squeezed all four Belgian waffles together to fit into his mouth and continued to eat. Again, he hardly waited to swallow as he bit off chunks, letting his cheeks puff out to accommodate the extra food. Even for being a larger meal than the omelet, Nick finished his “waffle sandwich” in less time. He happily licked his hands clean of syrup and cream, swallowing loudly and contentedly, as if it were another meal.
Then, he grabbed the baguette slices, chuckling at how tiny they seemed compared to the two meals he had already devoured. Sure enough, he finished these with little time or effort, chomping away chunks in rapid succession, yet still being able to savor their buttery goodness.
After immediately guzzling down the rest of his milkshake, Nick finished off his first breakfast.
“BURRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAP.” Nick covered his mouth after belching, almost certain that he bothered his neighbors again with his bodily noises. Shrugging it off, Nick hugged his belly again, as it was now distended completely past his kneecaps.
“Wow! That was a meal! Mm…now to just sit back and let all this digest, and I can check out Eli’s present!”
Over time, Nick’s body was growing quite used to the sheer amounts of food that he consumed on a regular basis. It became quite efficient at processing calories and digesting into pure fat that had its way with his figure. Even after all the food that he just ate, it would only take him an hour or two for it to all digest and make him even fatter.
Before long, the food was all settled within Nick, bloating him out to even fatter proportions than he was at just this morning. Nick heaved his body up. He turned and sat over the edge of his bed, looking at the mirror Eli had installed on his wall.
“W-wow…!” Nick stared awestricken at his body, having fattened even more in the last hour or so. His round plush belly hung over his thighs, which were thicker and more luscious in their own right. He stood up for a moment, feeling his bulbous rump drag him down behind him. He could see it even from a front view sticking out and making him look pear-shaped. He could’ve sworn he felt the hang of his butt cheeks brushing against the back of his knees. He dislodged his bushy tail wedged between his cheeks. His boxers were stretched thin, almost invisible by his widened waist. His arms were puffier and flabbier than before, and his round moobs sagged lazily over his chest.
“I look…I look pretty good…!” Nick would still get shocked at how fat he would get, especially when he would remember how many years he had spent sculpting it into the exact opposite. However, he knew that he liked it, and with each passing day, it became easier to accept, appreciate, even adore.
Nick’s ears pricked as his task returned to the forefront of his memory. “Oh, right! The present.”
He reached back and grabbed the present. Resting it in his lap, he tore off the wrapping paper and revealed the white box within.
“Clothes, huh?” Nick mused as he began lifting the box top. “I know I’ve been asking for more clothes, but what could possibly fit me anymo—”
Nick stiffened with surprise as he fully opened the box, his tail shooting straight and his boxers snapping off at his body’s sudden convulsion. He stared with a wide-eyed yet blank expression as he observed the contents. Neatly folded within the box was a frilly pink bra, a frilly pink pair of panties, and a pair of frilly pink stockings.
The corpulent calico blushed madly, a wry smile creeping over his face.
“Does he…really expect me to wear this…?” His voice came out as a nervous chuckle. “I mean, I know he like me to show off my fat…and I have to admit, I’m starting to like that too…but there’s no way on earth that I’m gonna wear something as ridiculous as thi—”
Nick picked up the bra in defiance, but his slowly building outrage was suddenly ebbing away into…curiosity.
“Huh…” he muttered as he fingered the fabric in his hands. “This feels pretty soft…kinda…comfy…!”
He glanced back down to the rest of the lingerie. Slowly, he picked up the panties. They felt just as soft and light as the bra. Sure enough, he felt the same soothing sensation when he grabbed the stockings. Just feeling them made Nick feel comfortable.
“So soft...” he whispered. “So silky…”
With a clearing of his throat, he held each piece of lingerie before him and sighed submissively. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try them on just once. At the very least, I’ll just humor Eli or something.”
He tugged the broken remains of his boxers stuck between his flabby folds. Dangling the panties in front of him, he sighed once again.
“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this…”
He opened up the pant legs of his undergarment and looped his stubby chubby feet through. As he brought it up his legs, his thick rump brushed against the fabric, tickling his cheeks.
“Ooh!” he squealed in a higher-pitched voice than he thought possible for himself. “That feels…”
Before he let himself finish, he pulled up his panties the rest of the way. He felt the silkiness rest and wedge itself between his cheeks. He tittered as the front pushed up against his junk.
“Oh, how soft!” He wiggled his butt, making his panties ride up even further. “How stretchy…! How comfy…!” For the life of him, Nick couldn’t figure out why he was speaking the way he was. But he didn’t care. For now, he just wanted get the rest of the clothes on.
Lifting up one leg, he draped one stocking over it. It bunched up all of his leg fat in a smooth little wrap.
“Oh, my! That feels nice!” He couldn’t wait to put the other one on, so he did just that. He flexed his chubby toes within the stockings and giggled.
Last was the bra. This would be a bit of a challenge; he had never worn a bra before and had no idea how to strap one on. Being brave, he looped his arms through the straps and began putting it on. He fumbled quite a bit with the latches, struggling to use the mirror to see what he was doing. Eventually, he managed to fix it onto his chest, his success signified by the garment pushing his moobs up and squishing them together.
Nick gasped at the feeling. “I’ve never felt them do that before!”
When he was finished, he stepped back from the mirror to get a better look at himself. Suddenly, he regained a bit of himself, realizing that he was pretty embarrassed to be wearing all of these frilly garment.
“Aw, jeez…” he muttered, scratching the back of his head. “This feels kinda silly!”
He sat back into his bed, still staring at himself until something else in the box caught his attention. He reached inside and pulled out a brand-new unopened tube of lipstick. When he opened it, he saw that it was the same shade of salmon pink as his new clothes.
“Okay…” Nick muttered. “Now he’s taken it too far. I feel embarrassed enough wearing this getup, but does he really want me to wear lipstick too!? I don’t even know how to put this stuff on!”
“I just know you’ll enjoy it!” The words from Eli’s letter rang in his head.
Once more, Nick sighed. “Do it for Eli,” he grumbled as he twisted the tube, allowing the lipstick to peer out. He brought it close to his lips, his hand awkwardly shaking as he tried to decipher what to do next. Almost instinctively, he looped it around his mouth, following the line of his lips exactly. He smacked his lips once—like he had seen women do on television—making the color look even around his lips.
He looked once more at the mirror and suddenly dropped the lipstick.
“Oh…” he whispered. “Oh, wow…”
Nick slowly sat back in bed, still staring at himself. Strange thoughts began creeping into his head. Suddenly, he never looked—never felt sexier than he did at this moment. He leaned over slightly on his side. He looked down at his rump draped with frilly panties. He blushed a little bit and chuckled shyly, but couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“Man…! This feels…good!” Nick suddenly remembered the time when Eli first force-fed him into realizing exactly how much he enjoyed being fed and getting fatter. He had mentioned something about a trance state he was in whenever he binge-ate and how it finally hadn’t affected him when Eli forced all that food into him. It was in that moment that he truly realized, without the help of a trance, how much he enjoyed gaining weight.
That’s how he felt now. Perhaps he was caught in another trance when he was putting on the clothes. But now he was completely self-aware, and realized how attractive he looked…how sexy he felt.
“Eli sure knows me better than I know myself, doesn’t he?” Nick mused. Then it occurred to Nick that Eli might enjoy a picture of this.
He pulled out his cell phone and prepared to take a selfie. He was a little nervous about what pose he should make for his picture. In the end, he settled for his finger hanging off his lip cutely, as his arms squished his scantily-clad moobs together, deepening his man-cleavage.
With only a little hesitation, Nick sent Eli the picture with the caption “Breaking in my new present. Like what you see? ;)”
In no time at all, Nick received a reply. Wordless as it was, Eli had used up every single character for heart emoticons. Nick could practically hear him squealing from his office and chuckled at the thought. A few seconds later, he received another text from Eli. This time, he sent his own pic and caption.
“About to conduct a meeting,” it began. “And you chose the worst time to send me this! XD”
The picture it accompanied was a tent formed in Eli’s pants.
Nick guffawed at the picture, blushing at the prospect of putting that thing to good use once Eli got home, especially since he looked so alluring already.
Nick’s stomach growled once more. He put his hand to his gut to soothe it.
“About time for that second breakfast, huh? You got it, belly! Besides, I don’t think I’d mind giving Eli more to love when he gets back…!”
Nick grabbed a handful of his emergency brownies to bring on his walk into the kitchen, contemplating the entire time whether or not he should send him a few more distracting pictures. He thought his frilly rump to be pretty photogenic, after all…